The least sexy blog post you’ll ever read

There’s been a cool thing that’s happened over the past couple years: chasing your dreams has become sexy.

We’ve become people who aren’t content working 9-5 just to pay the bills. Instead, we want to feel like we’re making an impact. Or we want to actually make an impact.

Millenials, for all their shortcomings, are a generation who would rather take less money and do what they believe in than make more by working a job they hate.

And that’s awesome.

What we tend to forget to talk about is the unsexy side of chasing your dreams.

The times we get told no.

The ways negative news tends to come all at once.

The emotional roller coaster of the process.

Last week I had a hard day. The reality of losing half my income in three weeks started to hit home and I got scared.

How am I going to provide for my wife?

How am I going to provide for my baby?

How am I going to provide for me?

As I left work, I was bummed. I didn’t know how I was going to make this whole thing work. I don’t know that I started doubting God, but I started to question if I was doing the right thing.

The entire day I’d had a line from a song stuck in my head from a song I hadn’t heard in weeks. Pulling out of the parking lot, I opened Spotify and turned on that song. When it started playing, I was hit by a ton of emotion. As I listened to the lyrics, it took everything in me not to burst into tears right there. At the same time, I felt Jesus sitting in the car next to me.

I continued down the road listening to the song. When it hit the bridge, I was determined to sing.